They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
You broke her heart and she apologized. Her words floated like petals in the wind, soft, sorrowful. "I'm sorry," she whispered, as though the blame could ever be hers, as though your indifference was a shadow she cast. But no one sees the sun and blames it for causing the night.
By Uncledee'2 years ago in Poets
Lost time and lost life Lost will and lost wife Lost soul and lost purpose Lost heart and lost surface Gained time and life
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
I left you words underneath your mat where you used to keep our keys where autumn is coming in softly this year, gently laying summer to rest beneath our feet.
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
He arrived at my house. He believed I would forgive him. I shivered as I glanced at him. I froze in horror, followed by stillness.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
There is no certainty like ending up alone Uncertainty is all I know You let me go Free to roam How come I'm still craving the taste of home?
By Frankie Martinelli2 years ago in Poets
by feather flight, of chance delight /a meta in my madness/ my frac-tured sight, at warm candlelight a horseness in my...
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
I learned something from a clip about a horror film- sometimes, while you tried to overcome it- trauma will always appear as a monster and you can never beat them.
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
Blocking you before I block my blessings You were the hardest lesson But I should never go that hard for any man Never putting my heart in their hands
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
This poem is about food and sex and drugs or: all the things I would become addicted to if I had time and money You feed me in French
By Cali Loria2 years ago in Poets
I cannot sleep for I dream as I wake There is no one here but a reflection in the lake The travels are long and the mind weighs heavy
Why did you grab my wrists and play it like a joke when you knew the scars that stung there? It's funny seeing as how you were the reason
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
An amber feather sits upon the shrine I built to you Candled flames leap in supplication to your fading memory I kept it, you see, the feather which you once gave me
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
